I should be publicly flogged and have my blogging license revoked. I'm so all over the road lately. I blog every couple of days and then not for over two weeks. I read other blogs but forget to comment. I comment in public when no one has asked my opinion. I'm full of excuses for this errant behavior, but I have not a single good reason.
The sun wasn't even in my eyes. Too cloudy and foggy for that.
At least when the fog freezes, as it did this morning, we are graced with some botanical art.
The good news is, my ankles are far from delicate, and the evening fires we build in the rocket mass heater feel that much better when the air outside is cold and damp. Still, I hate that it gets dark so early when I haven't yet cleaned up the garden debris, let alone put a few garden chairs away. We take the high road on this and tell folks we purposely leave the garden littered with last summers' vines, seed heads, rogue weeds and collapsed kelp, all in the name of feeding birds and providing shelter for wee critters. But the truth is, we haven't made it a priority.
I still have a bag of fifty tulip bulbs hanging in my mudroom waiting to be planted. Perhaps when it thaws in February I'll get those in the ground. Just in time for a 2020 bloom.
Anyone else out there way behind in their Fall work while busy dealing with the Early Winter of Our Discontent?